Her heart beat heavily walking through the garden, ‘Am I free?’. The hurried pace of her heart in stark contrast to the gardens around her. Vibrant hedge to her left, flower covered pond to her right.
Calmly, he raised his pistol; the blast destroying serenity.
The white lotus of purity, now blood stained red.
Written in response to 365 Things to write about’s word prompt ‘Lotus flower’